Chapter 34 Chapter Thirty-Three With Ulterior Hearts (No.179 - No.185)

The second class is a Chinese class, and the Chinese lady talks about composition.She handed out five or six papers, each of which had two or three high-scoring essays printed on the midterm exam of the first grade, and analyzed the advantages and disadvantages one by one.I saw Yu Zhouzhou's composition, as well as Sheng Huainan's and Ling Xiangqian's. Xu Yanliang even had an article on the list.The only representative of our class is just behind Ling Xiangqian's composition. Ling Xiangqian is the goddess of our boys in all grades.At present, the boys in the first grade are divided into two categories, those who know who Ling Xiangqian is, and those who really want to know who Ling Xiangqian is.Xu Yanliang was just promoted from the second type of person to the first type of person in last Friday's inter-class exercises, so he often talks about goddesses recently.

"Oh, give in, give in." No one praised him, but he himself took the stack of papers that Fan Wen appreciated and analyzed, and took the initiative to nod to the people around him in various ways. "I really didn't expect to be ranked behind the goddess like this. Really, oops, I didn't expect." "It's just printing and typesetting, it's not that you are the first in line to marry her, what a waste of time." β got impatient with his nagging. "I still have a long way to go if I want to marry her," Xu Yanliang didn't know it, and kept himself modest. "The goddess is so white, and I look so dark. In the future, the child must not look like a zebra."

β drooped his eyelids, looking up and down at Xu Yanliang's barrel-shaped figure. "Beautiful thinking, hehe, pandas are not bad." The Chinese lady coughed twice, and Xu Yanliang held back in her stomach with a counterattack. Yu Zhouzhou's composition is quite satisfactory, nothing outstanding.But all in all, it is the kind of argumentative essay that pleases the teacher, where it should be compared, where it should be exemplified, and all kinds of arguments that have moved the universe from ancient to modern times, from all over the world, can't find any faults, but... how to say Well, every sentence reveals a very perfunctory attitude, at least that's how I feel, so the score is just like that, on the edge of excellent.

However, Ling Xiangqian's composition is very gorgeous, the form and style of writing are somewhat special, and the sword is slanted.As for Chu Tiankuo, his strong momentum and meticulous logic...it's pretty good-looking, and he has a lot of knowledge, anyway, it's the kind that I definitely can't write. Of course, among these excellent compositions there is no Lin Yang's, let alone Yu Huai's.Both of these two are students of Sheng Huainan, and they never fill in the blanks in classical Chinese dictation. What good articles can they write? Yu Huai's composition score is lower than mine.

As for Xu Yanliang's composition...how should I put it...it's...nonsense... "A celebrity once said that the tragedy of life lies in the fact that the eyes are high and the hands are low. Most people block and kill Buddha when they are excited, and look at the world in fantasy, but they can't muster up the courage in daily life and have to drill the wall with an electric drill every weekend morning. Neighbors have a good talk." Xu Yanliang stood on his seat and read with emotion. The title of the composition this time is "Ideal and Reality". Jian Jian couldn't help cursing at last: "What a mess, which celebrity, which celebrity?!"

β suddenly looked back at Jian Jian, showing an unpredictable smile. "I. Do you have an opinion?" Of course, except for Xu Yanliang's essay, which was rated as excellent because the marking teacher took too many drugs, everything else is normal.Mrs. Zhang told us that after each exam, excellent compositions will be selected for class appreciation, and two papers will be passed down as she speaks. "This is the Chinese excellent composition for this midterm exam in the second year of high school. We selected five of the best ones. You can study them. They are more standardized than our compositions written in the first grade. Ah, I have always emphasized the standard with you. Xu Yanliang's The composition is too risky, and the exam is still based on safety, so read it carefully and see how the seniors and sisters write the composition for the exam."

When Granny Zhang was muttering, I was sending text messages to Yu Huai with my head down. "There is composition appreciation in the Chinese class. I just saw your little aunt, Miss Long." The papers were passed from the front row to the back, and the whole classroom made a sound like waves.Although I don't like making papers, I like the sound when it comes. Combined with the faint fragrance of ink on the papers, I always feel that the word "Book Sea" is particularly expressive. The waves slowly rolled towards me. Yu Huai's text message came back. "Of course, there are no ordinary people in our old Yu's family. By the way, I heard Lin Yang say that we won't do exercises today?"

"Well, it's too windy today, and the exercises between classes will be canceled." I replied. After clicking "Send", the test paper was passed to my hand, and the first name that caught my eye was Luo Zhi. Although the senior sister showed me the name tag during the school celebration, it still made me feel a little strange to see this name on the test paper. The mid-term exam of the second year of high school is a material composition, and the topic requires writing an argumentative essay based on a piece of news.The news is probably that except for the increase in the sales of books on success, motivation and health preservation of traditional Chinese medicine, the per capita reading volume of other types of books is declining year by year.

The themes of the other four essays are all about the importance of reading, such as "books are the ladder of human progress", in order to appeal to the people of the country to read more and change the status quo of declining reading volume; Luo Zhi's essay discusses why success is inspirational Learning can go against the tide and become popular. To be honest, I didn't quite understand it. But I read it very carefully, because she seemed to write very seriously. Not serious in that sense.Not just for points. If you want to get high scores in composition, half depends on talent, and half depends on the rules and regulations set by the marking teachers for many years. Only when talents are splashed in that frame can they be favored.Although I have no talent, I have always bounced around safely in that box.

Just bouncing around.She danced a dance in this frame.Incomprehensible and touching. I read it word by word. I didn't really listen to what the Chinese lady said, but I deeply remembered a sentence quoted in Luo Zhi's composition. "The more utilitarian you are, the more mysterious the world will be to you." Somehow, this sentence hit me. Before the end of get out of class, Chinese Granny Zhang said earnestly: "After teaching Chinese for so many years, I know very well that none of you really pay attention to Chinese, because the improvement of Chinese performance does not happen overnight. Language is a thing, whether you are talented or not. Sometimes hard work can’t make up for it. It’s not just the math you learn that requires IQ, so don’t look down on my classes. Our Zhenhua has always been good at science, and I can’t say anything if there are some customs. Read these articles, and think about it when you have nothing to do. That’s fine, let’s finish class.”

The moment Granny Zhang left the class, I heard Han Xu's voice clearly.Very rarely, Han Xu would talk casually in class. "Unexpectedly, Zhenhua's teachers are quite ambitious." I couldn't tell whether it was irony or admiration.With Han Xu's poker face, everything he said was like a multiple-choice question. Of course, he is only simple and looks like a fool, smiling at every word of Han Xu. Recess exercises are cancelled.We had a full twenty minute break between classes.Before get out of class ended, Yu Huai sent me a text message asking me to help, take out Sheng Huainan's notes from his desk and return them to Sheng Huainan, Class 3, Grade 2. I found the notebook, flipped through it again with admiration, then put on my school uniform and went out.The third-year area is next door to our second-year area, but I need to go down to the first floor and go through the lobby and administrative area to get around. Passing the physics office on the way through the administrative area, the door was open, and I took a casual look inside. Then I saw β with a cute expression like a little white rabbit, bent over standing beside Zhang Ping's desk, pointing his index finger at the exercise book on the desk, asking questions seriously. I feel a little sick all over, and feel like throwing up. Just as I was fascinated, someone got up from the next table and came out with a large stack of papers. It was Senior Sister Luo Zhi, wearing her sophomore winter school uniform, with a calm expression on her face.Seeing me, she froze for a moment, and then smiled after reacting. "Your hair is so long, I almost didn't recognize it." She's cold when she's not smiling, but when she smiles it's very peaceful, but it seems like there's something behind her.I can't tell, it's like being invited to her house as a guest, but you always suspect that the real her lives in a secret passage between the walls. I also don't know where these feelings come from.I have intuitive likes and dislikes towards people since I was a child, but I have never been obsessed with proving whether my intuition is accurate. "Sister, why are you in the physics office? Aren't you a liberal arts student?" "Yes," she nodded, "but I'm the representative of the physics class. Come get the papers for the midterm exam." "Didn't you even finish the parent-teacher meeting? Why did you come here to get the physics paper..." "Actually, it doesn't matter if you take it or not. The average score of our class is only 23 points." "...Is it that...worse?" "I only scored 40 points. It shouldn't be because I'm stupid," she said to herself, with a self-deprecating smile. "In order to save time for the physics test and review the next geography test, we Before the papers were handed out, the answer sheets were all painted over." The scribbled... I got it. She smiled: "This is the tradition of Zhenhua Liberal Arts. The wisdom of the predecessors." No wonder Zhang Ping said before that if our class does not live up to expectations, the class teacher will be replaced in the second year of high school. Once he is kicked out to give lectures in the liberal arts class, he might as well hang himself. This is a matter of dignity.Zhang Ping said solemnly at the time. "I understand. Don't you still study physics and chemistry for the exam in the third year of high school? Anyway, our provincial college entrance examination only takes comprehensive essays, and physics is not of much use. It's great to save time." Luo Zhi listened to my words, smiled, and added kindly: "I can only say that from a utilitarian point of view, it's not very useful." In fact, I was just talking nonsense just now, I like her, so I don't miss any chance to get close and flatter.Senior sister is always indifferent, but it makes me feel that I am taken seriously.I can't even tell what it feels like.Like that essay. "The more utilitarian you are, the more mysterious the world will be to you." "Huh?" She was stunned. "It's the sentence quoted in your composition! In class, our Chinese teacher sent out the excellent composition of the second year of high school, and the first one is yours!" She was a little embarrassed, but not deliberately humble. "Really? You will also read our composition." "You write really well." "Thank you." "No, I'm serious," I gestured a little excitedly, "You write with all your heart! It's just... the kind of heart that goes beyond exam composition. You don't have to be so serious...I can't say no. Clearly, that's how it feels anyway, not just for exams, not just for high marks, it's like..." I think my behavior of suddenly becoming a Super Fan is very "two", and my ineffective language function makes this situation worse. "It's like it was written specifically for people to read." For a moment, when she heard this, she stared at me with wide eyes.Then he laughed, showing a row of white teeth and said: "...No one's composition is written for dogs." I don't know how to stop myself from being stupid anymore.Can't tell.I just want to express that her composition seems to be specially waiting for someone who understands to read it.In other words, it is for some people to understand her after reading it. Luo Zhi smiled for a while, then suddenly stretched out her hand to rub my hair. We are at most a year apart.But this move she made was not abrupt.She put away her smile and looked at me very seriously. "Thank you. Geng Geng." She smiled again. She remembered my name. Suddenly I didn't know what to say, and she was not a talkative person, so we just stood there in the corridor. Just when I was embarrassed by this silence—of course it was my fault for making the situation so embarrassing—Luo Zhi suddenly said, "Did you know? In our school year, just like your first year students, we will also circulate excellent essays. of." I blinked, a little unresponsive. so what? "So..." She stopped and turned to look at me, "Are you going to the physics office to find a teacher?" "No," she suddenly changed the subject, and I was a little slow to react, "My deskmate is sick, so let me return a notebook for you. By the way, this is Sheng Huainan's notebook. I heard he is your Where is the master of the second year of high school. Sister, do you know him?" I raised the notes in my hand, and the paper rattled. Luo Zhi slowly raised her eyes to look at the note in my hand. That was the second time after my dad's smile, I felt that someone's expression was slowly blooming, as long as a slow motion. "Can I... can I see?" she asked softly. I was a little worried if Yu Huai would mind if I used the notes of the senior brother he admired to curry favor with the senior sister I admired. So I said: "Okay, take it and look at it!" ... Luo Zhi turned around for a long time.Really long.After a long time, he gently and politely returned it to me with both hands, saying thank you. "I don't know him, but he's famous." She took the physics paper I just helped her hold, smiled and patted me on the shoulder: "Then you go, people are still waiting for this notebook." I nodded, feeling a bit reluctant for some reason, but fortunately she stopped me again before I turned around. "By the way, you...do you know how to get there? He's in shift three. Do you...do you want me to take you there?" "Oh, senior sister, why are you so nice!" I quickly stuck to her like a pug and asked her to lead me the way. I imitated how she hugged the physics paper and picked up Sheng Huainan's notes. Unfortunately, the notes were too thin, so it was weird to hold them. I could only fold my arms and hug them tightly. We didn't talk much along the way, the corridors and halls of the administrative area were empty and quiet, passing through the gray-white skylight, only the sound of footsteps chasing us like little ghosts. I don't know what she is thinking.We always have a sense of awe compared to our seniors, which has nothing to do with age. It is an indescribable feeling, just like when my cousin who was only one year older than me went to primary school earlier, I saw her lying on the table There are matts and squares written on it, although the handwriting looks like a dog crawling, but the whole person looks different. I was originally a person who was afraid of being left alone, but later I forgot who I heard said that it is called social anxiety, which is a very advanced word.Anyway, when I'm with people I don't know very well, whenever everyone has nothing to say, I will blame myself too much, and I always feel that it is all my fault.However, the miracle is that with her, whether it was the silence under the rostrum on the day of the school celebration, or today, I didn't feel embarrassed. "Senior sister," I dared to flatter, "It's really comfortable to be with you. The kind of comfort without talking." She glanced at me unexpectedly, thought about it, and smiled. "It's the same with you. You are very special, Geng Geng." "Where? Where is it special?" I quickly climbed along the pole. "You're the first person to make me feel that being quiet isn't a sin." Writing well and speaking is different.I smacked it carefully for a while, but before I could fully react, she went on to say: "I think, if anyone is lucky enough to be with you in the future, he will be very comfortable. Very happy." "That's, that's!" I burst out laughing, and quickly added, "Sister, you too!" She pretended to nod deeply: "Well, I think so too." Complimenting each other also requires matching opponents.I gave my performance a hard check in the back of my mind. On the fourth floor, she suddenly stopped at the stairs and said to me, the one at the end of the corridor is the third shift, you can go. "Aren't you coming with me?" She glanced at me and didn't answer. I felt reckless, so I quickly nodded and said, "Thank you senior sister, I'll go there then!" After running two steps, I looked back at her in a strange way.Luo Zhi was still standing there, staring at the end of the corridor, not knowing what she was thinking, her concentration was very touching.Maybe she felt my gaze, and she met my gaze. Then he smiled, turned around and left gracefully. For some reason, I feel a little annoyed. It was as if I turned her back and drove her away. "Hello, senior, can you help me find senior Sheng Huainan?" The senior who was wiping the glass of the back door with a rag burst into laughter for some reason after hearing my words. She turned around and yelled loudly into the classroom: "Sheng Huainan, someone is looking for you! You are so insane, he is only a freshman!" A fool can't understand what it means.I knew it was a joke, but it made me feel a little uncomfortable. In case I really came here to confess my love to the Great God, I should die of shame. Amidst everyone's laughter, I saw a boy in the second-to-last row of the group by the window come out wearing a school uniform. Several boys put their shoulders on their shoulders and said something to him with a playful smile, but he pushed him away with a smile, and then I walked towards the door. so handsome. Although I didn't come to confess my love, at that moment I suddenly felt that since I'm here, why don't I confess my love by the way... "Student, do you need me?" Sheng Huainan's voice was better than what I heard under the rostrum during the school celebration, and there was a faint smile on his face. "Sorry, they were joking just now, don't mind." What a nice guy.I shook my head like a wavy drum. The senior sister who cleaned the door glass did not avoid us, but moved closer to the door, looking at me with a little bit of unkindness. The revulsion I had just aroused at the joke returned. So I mustered up the courage to give her a glare as well, and then handed out the notebook in my hand with the most indifferent attitude: "Senior, I am from Class 1 and 5 of Senior High, Yu Huai's deskmate. He is sick and can't come to class today. Let me Help him return the note to you, and he says thank you." "You..." Sheng Huainan took the note dumbfounded, "You... why are you being polite, you call me like an old man." "Huh? Then, then, you." This time, even the senior sister cleaning the glass at the door couldn't stand it anymore, and went back to her seat with a smile. "Thank you, elementary school girl," he said. I bowed and ran away, looking back as I ran, he was still standing at the door, looking at me with a gentle smile on his face. My heart beats so fast. Good-looking, and can take a joke. scourge. When I returned to class, the room was still full of noise, Jian Jian and β were holding a new winter hot dog newly launched by the commissary, eating happily. I sat down on the β table and started to talk about my adventures in the second year of high school. I was spitting, and when I was tired, I took two bites of the hot dog that was simply handed over. "Really so handsome?" "real." "Then why didn't you take a photo, did you bring that digital camera to school every day as a paperweight?" β babbled beside him. I rolled my eyes: "It's your kindness!" "Then, isn't he more handsome than..." Jian Jian sat behind me, glanced at Han Xu who was playing a game console with his head down, and asked dryly, "Better than... Chu Tiankuo?" Chu Tiankuo's appearance is the benchmark of our grade.Zhenhua boys are mainly divided into two categories - those who are not as handsome as Chu Tiankuo, God. "God. Great god level." I said. Of course, Han Xu is also the god in Jian Jian's heart.We think Han Xu is too cold and flimsy, but Jian Jian thinks that Chu Tiankuo is a bit too beautiful. "It's the kind of big doll holding a carp in the New Year pictures. It's too traditional and beautiful." Jian Jian was still irrational. "I've never thought a big doll holding a carp is good-looking," β scoffed at Jian Jian's little thought. "The only difference between the big doll holding a carp and Xu Yanliang is the carp." Fortunately, Xu Yanliang was not there. "Look at you," β began to speak unrestrainedly again, "What's the matter, Geng Geng, have you taken a fancy to the Great Master?" I lowered my head shyly: "No way." While everyone was laughing, my phone vibrated wildly on the table, and I hurried back to pick it up. "Why don't you text back?" It's Yu Huai.I turned sideways to avoid their inquiring gazes not far away. "Didn't I just come back from delivering the notes? The phone was just placed on the table." "If you don't carry your mobile phone with you, what's the difference from a landline?" Come on you, use your lesson, I was texting the landline an hour ago. "What's the matter with you?" I asked. "It's nothing, I just wanted to ask if you sent the notes over." "Send it over," I became excited, "Senior Sheng Huainan is so handsome!" "……Bye-Bye." How dare you hang up my phone! Before the physics class, Zhang Ping told us about the "129 Chorus" competition. "Xu Yanliang took the lead in this matter. The class committee and the Youth League committee cooperated well and practiced diligently, but don't take too much energy. After all, the final exam is coming soon. If you think you want to buy some costumes and props in a unified way, you can buy it from the class fee. Come out. Oh, for the specifics, Xu Yanliang, you can go to the office of the Youth League Committee at 1:00 noon to have a meeting and you will know." Suddenly there was a small commotion in the class. I've always hated November.Winter in the north is dull and gloomy, especially in November, without a single holiday, as if there is no end to it.Now it's finally time to have some fun, and it looks like a lot of people think so. At this time, I heard Xu Yanliang ask in a low voice: "What is 129?" β replied: "The anniversary of December 9 has something to do with the War of Resistance. Have you ever studied modern Chinese history?" "Why is it December 9th, not January 29th?" "Because the winter vacation is already on January 29th, people's hearts are scattered, it's not easy to lead the team, and it's not suitable for revolutionary activities." "Makes sense." I was in a cold sweat listening to it, and for the first time felt that not everyone can learn liberal arts. Suddenly the phone buzzed twice, I took it out from the table and took a look, it was Yu Huai again. "Shallow woman." I was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was talking about me calling Sheng Huainan handsome.Yu Huai's awkward expression when he uttered these two words could almost be seen in his mind, and his heart was suddenly as sweet as honey. Even I can't figure out why this is happening.All those suspicions and insecurities suddenly disappeared, and even about him, I was still not sure about anything. Special, very sweet. (End of Volume 1)